i hate the world today
but i love you
or at least the idea of you
the idea that i create over and over again
i assemble the pieces
into a picture of you and me
no matter what the logic dictates
or what the fates say
i mould it
and form a reality that works
i hate the world today
but i'll love you for another day
I write the same piece over and over again. Am I getting better at it? Is my new found disdain for capital letters genius? When will I be happier? Peace out.
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